Well woman. You're dumber than I thought.
The most Brutal Knight? I doubt it. Perhaps the most aggressive and
quickest to act without thinking.
I'm a Brute. Yes. A rather vicious one who stares death in the face
every day and never backs down. I'll attack 5 people in a room knowing
I'm going to die if there's a point to be made, or a chance of coming
out on top. Then I'll hunt them down one by one in their sewers, in
their streets, and when their minds are dazed. Grinning and cackling as
their limp bodies fall to the defilation of an Aesir shrine.
You stole from a guild of people who are nothing but Brutes. We're
Brutes, yes. The city of Stavenn has infighting and nothing but
political attempted take-overs, military coupes, and an ongoing attempt
to change everything about itself so that the ones that want power get
it. And I love it.
It's the way this city has always been, since I've been young. It's what
makes the strong rise to the top, and it's what makes a city led by the
best, and ruled with as little problems as possible. It's what being
dominating imperialists is all about.
When you steal from this type of organization, or an organization it
supports. You fall into the same law as the rest of the world. The only
law Stavenn has that I hold sacred. 'I don't like you, you're my enemy,
you suffer, you die, and then we rape you.' This law has kept us all
rather happy in the past. You screw up and Stavenn doesn't like you,
they enemy you and you're hunted and/or obliterated.
You, are a fool. We don't like you. You chose a God over the City of
War. How is your Order of War fairing? This month alone I've taken down
two shrines. And without shrines, or people to offer essence, no more
shrines are going to go up. And you will come grovelling back when you
have no safe haven, after we burn to cinders the place you so love to
hide.
You of all people should know how little Stavenn bows to the will of the
Divine. Do you remember when Baar attacked the city Himself? When I
stood up against, and attacked, Him. I was charred to ashes over and
over, and I didn't give up. We strived for dominance and we enemied a
God, we stood to the consequences, held our heads up, and laughed with
glee as our forces were rebuilt.
Astridyna you shall fall. And you shall fall very lightly, for only the
strong and the tall fall hard. You are a maggot. Just like my Conscripts
before I brainwash and dillude them into becoming the Brutal beasts that
I can see inside their twisted yet-to-be broken hearts.
Mallackai DeviSeer
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Halitus, in the year 420 AD.
